Page 90 of Touched By Sin
“Yes. Just a door, like you asked us to visualize during class. No house or anything.”
His brows pull down low and he slowly leans back in his seat, motioning for me to carry on. “What else can you tell me?”
Rain patters on the windows to my left, and I study the droplets of water on the glass before whispering, “They’re not regular dreams, Mr. Kozlov. They spill out into this reality, too.”
Silence, except for the rain outside. “What exactly do you mean byspill out?”
I figure the best way is to show him, so I brush my hair aside and bare my neck. “Something attacked me. And the time we meditated in class, well, I had scratches on my arms after.”
His eyes are wide. “It shouldn’t be possible for your mind to bleed into this reality. Somehow, the veil between the two worlds is torn.”
“I don’t understand.”
Leaning forward, he pins me with his gaze. “It means whoever attacked you could have done so in this reality, or they could have stepped through the veil.”
“Can anyone do that?”
He shakes his head, loosening his tie. “No, only someone powerful can step between realities.”
My brain is trying to process what this all means.
“The meditation,” he starts, “was to explore the power residing at your core.” He hesitates, rubbing his fingers through his beard. “You mention a door. Have you ever tried to step through?”
“No. I turned the handle once.”
“I think you’ll find your power behind that door.”
There’s a hard knock, and Daemon and his entourage walk in before Mr. Kozlov has given them permission to enter.
“It’s time to go, Angel,” Alaric barks while Daemon glares at the poor teacher.
I shoot Mr. Kozlov an apologetic glance and scoot my chair back. “Thanks for your time.”
“I wish I could have been of more help.”
Daemon pins me with his glare as I walk past him on my way out. The guy is always grumpy. “What was that about?” he asks as soon as the door clicks shut. The hallway is slowly filling up with students on their way to class.
Ignoring Daemon behind me, I walk away. It goes down as well as could be expected. He allows it for all of two seconds before seizing my arm and hauling me back. I collide with his hard chest.
“Answer me!”
“Let me go!” I growl, my heart fluttering at his proximity.
“Not until you answer my fucking question.”
Why does he have to smell so nice? It makes it hard to think. “I needed help with my homework.”
“What homework?” chuckles Ronan beside us.
I shoot him a glare, and he winks at me.
Daemon jostles me like he wants to shake the truth out of me. “What were you doing in there?”
My mouth slams shut, making him growl. I frustrate him, but that’s okay. He frustrates me, too. My arms are bruised from his tight grip when he lets go. That’s Daemon for you—always too rough, always too much. Still, I need more. Maybe that’s why I keep poking the sleeping bear.
As one, they turn and walk back the way they came.
I blink.
